Tag: pyjamas

“What are you doing?” Simba whispered, “There are animals in there that need saving!”

“No. There are no animals in the closet you fool!” I said with contempt.

“YES. THERE. ARE!” Simba hissed.

I shook my head and stayed silent for a moment. How was I going to get this through his thick skull?

“There are NO animals in the closet. I’ll prove it to you.”

“You’re going to have to because I’m not leaving until they’re rescued!”

I roll my eyes, “Come with me.”

I lead Simba to the closet one careful step at a time. Fear rips through with back with every sound as the floorboards creak beneath our combined weight. Thoughts of Amelia returning to capture us is enough to make me want to get out of here as fast as we can. There is no way that I could spend another second with her; she was insane and I know that is a horrible thing to say about a little girl, but a spade is a spade.

“See? Look!” I hiss at Simba, “These are the so-called “animals” you’ve been worried about!” I gesture to the ceiling and point to the various one-piece pyjamas with various animal hoods. I still wasn’t sure how Simba made such a grievous error. Surely he knew the difference between real animals and clothing!

There are a few moments of silence before Simba speaks first, “Wait a second, so this is it? The animals that I thought were trapped in here are just pyjamas?”

“Yes.”

“How could I be so stupid?” Simba moaned.

I wanted to agree with him, that he was reckless and didn’t have his facts straight, and put us in a position of danger, but I couldn’t bring myself to scold him.

“You’re not stupid, I would have probably done the exact same thing…I…do you hear that?” I whisper. There is a faint sound coming from down the hall; it’s meowing.

July 24, 2017- I looked to Simba for any sort of support or exit strategy, but he just sat there with a stupid look on his face and the tiniest bit of a smirk. I would battle with him later, but at this point, I needed to focus on getting away from Amelia and saving any shred of dignity that I had left. If she managed to wrestle me into the pink pyjamas that would be it…I could not go on. How could I ever look at myself in the mirror again if she defeated me?

She carried me over to the closet and sorted through outfit after pink outfit until she finally selected the perfect one. Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not opposed to wearing clothes, after all, I have a Batman shirt, multiple capes and of course a suit of armour but doesn’t everyone?

“OK! Let’s put these on!” Amelia squealed as she showed me a nightgown that had frills and ribbons and sequins. I shuddered and clenched my jaw. I wanted to fight back, I really did, but I had no choice but to just lay there and let her put the pyjamas on me. The last thing I wanted was to wear the pyjamas, but more importantly, I didn’t want to be seen as a monster, and I knew that if I attacked her word would get out and no one would ever work for me again. My plans for world domination were more important than my pride at this second.

She slid the nightgown over my head and put my arms through the sleeves. There was snickering coming from the corner, and I wriggled around to witness Simba covering his mouth and trying not to laugh. Vengence would be mine as soon as I got out of here.